The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1131

"The effects?" Vivienne interrupted Brody's lament over Connor's fate with a tone that was sharp yet laced with curiosity.

"Oh, it's pretty significant!" Brody's eyes shimmered with avarice. "It numbs the nerves, gradually corroding them to make room for new cells to take root. Downing it sends you into a state of self-loss, with brief moments of clarity at random times each day. It won't kill you -consider it a form of mental and physical torture. Similar to what you're familiar with, yet vastly different. Death isn't an option under its influence, and as for an antidote, haven't gotten around to that yet." As soon as Brody finished, Connor felt an intense gaze pierce him. He turned to Vivienne in panic, only to see a strange gleam in her eyes.

"If that's the case, why not test it on him? I'm quite eager to see if it really works as you describe."

Before anyone could react, Brody strode forward, forcing the concoction down Connor's throat. Connor struggled weakly, to no avail, as Brody relentlessly continued until he lost consciousness.

Vivienne, devoid of any sympathy, watched Connor's limp form. "Go easy on him. I don't need you breaking my toys permanently."

"Don't worry. He won't die without my permission. The cells will intervene at any sign of self-harm," Brody reassured her.

Vivienne nodded and returned to her lab bench, engrossed in her work.

Hours passed, with Vivienne lost in her research, not once breaking for food. Anna glanced over, concern etched on her face. "Ms. Vivienne, maybe you should eat something? It's been quite a while since you took a break." Vivienne looked up. "Did you order takeout?"

Embarrassed, Anna gestured towards the entrance where Percival stood, holding a strawberry cheesecake.

Vivienne's eyes

so I thought I'd check on you. Lost track of time again?" Percival set down the cake, inviting Anna to join

familiar taste bringing

of cream from her lip.

fell silent, the mention of the kids reminding them of their

the kids," Vivienne mumbled, checking the time. School had ended

before

stood with their teacher, their faces a mix of disappointment and anxiety as they scanned the road for

their increasingly worried teacher. "Hasn't your dad messaged to say he'd be late? I've got nothing on

betrayed. Isaiah, trying

surprised by the call. "What's up, buddy?" Isaiah's expression was stern. "Where

with your godmother," Leopold panned the camera

her warmth

mission, which Isaiah

Isaiah faced his visibly upset sister and their concerned teacher. Assuring the teacher they'd be fine and urging her to head home, the siblings waited, their day's end marked by a mix of resilience and the comforting knowledge that someone

their way